Hot girl meets cold guy - Kristoff

Time: Middle of the dayWeather: A little hotter day though a bit windyArea: Pond

Fetch was out relaxing at this pond she accidentally stumbled upon but decided to stay at the place for some time, the weather was fine for her, actually she wouldn't be able feel the temperature, even if it got colder or warmer or really wanted to, but the way the surroundings looked, could give her a sense of it being nice. Having fire-bending gave her a fixed temperature for her, it couldn't get warmer or colder, but it was always higher than a normal human being. She walked by the pond with one hand in her green worn coat and held her other hand up in the air with a small flat stone. Fetch stopped by the shore and looked from the little flat stone down to the water and a small smile formed on her lips as she started to slip the stone at the water so it would move and make several slipped on the water before sinking down to the bottom of the pond. Fetch found another flat stone and slipped it on the water without paying any attention to anything else.

It was way too hot outside. Kristoff was one that personally preferred the cold and would generally avoid going outside if it was ever this hot, but the walk to the Dorms was one that passed through almost the entire outside area of this island which, as you'd expect, was almost all of it. He was passing by a pond and saw a girl skipping rocks in it. He was just glancing over, but saw her arm preparing to throw the rock and in his head calculated the most plausible trajectory based off the force of her throw and the estimated density of the rock. When she threw it and it landed almost exactly where he had predicted, he smirked crookedly. "Still got it," he praised himself under his breath as he kept on walking. He stepped loudly on a branch and wrinkled his nose at the loud cracking sound.

Fetch smiled as she made the last stone go further than the rest and walked backwards without actually knowing that another person was behind her. As soon as she turned around, the first thing see is a face of a tall golden blond man right in front of her which gave her quite a shock. "Wah!" She yelled in surprise and stumbled over her own feet and landed on her bump. "Fuck me you don't just sneak up on other people like that!" She said while getting up while petting her butt a bit. She looked at the tall guy who did not look at all comfortable with the weather. "What's the matter, you look like a person who've been in a sauna with clothes on" she said raising an eyebrow a bit, nope he did not look comfortable with the weather AT all. Of course, Fetch couldn't feel it because of her warmer body temperature than what a normal human would have, yet other people wouldn't be able to feel her warm temperature for some reason, only when she ignited her flames.

He took a couple of steps back too when the girl screamed at him. When she fell, he wrinkled his face a little bit in sympathy. Sounded like it hurt. "You okay there?" He asked as he extended his hand to help her up but she got up just fine. He pulled his hand back and dug it into his jacket's pocket. "I was just walking, wasn't tryin' to be a creep or anything," he joked dryly without changing his expression. Kristoff was about to continue walking towards the dorms until she commented about his appearance. That's exactly the perfect way to describe it. "Thanks. But it's hot as hell out here--who wouldn't be?" He wiped the sweat off from his brow.

"Naah I'm fine, you just like stood right there, scared the shit out of me man" she replied while slapping a bit to her leggings so she was sure she had got everything off of her. Fetch looked up at the tall fella with a raised brow and a smirked formed on her lips, "sure you weren't" she teased. "Really? Never notice or thought it for being hot as hell, but who am I to judge, I can't feel it, got a fixed temperature" she said shrugging while planting her hands in her worn green coat.

Kristoff listened to what she said but also was noticing her body language and other details while she talked to him. She did a lot of different things with her hands while she spoke, stood in a posture that showed she was tough, air of confidence--maybe has been in a few fights--she wore a jacket besides the heat... "Fixed temperature?" He asked, blinking, as he was still noticing details. Gotcha, he thought after deducting all his observations. He gave her a confidently crooked smirk and brought his hands to his temples in instinct, as he used to do when he pretended to be psychic. "Let me guess. You're a firebender."

Fetch stood with both arms crossed and her hips bend a bit to the side, oh hardy ha, like it was that easy to tell" She said raising a brow with her own crooked smirk. She looked at him, gave him an obvious elevator look. "So, is that your power or are you just a wise-guy?" She teased with a rebellious smile. Fetch liked this dude, not afraid to be sarcastic though a bit weird for thinking the weather were too hot. Then again, who was she to judge, she couldn't feel if it was cold or hot with her fixed temperature.

Kristoff's smirk grew wider before he raised his eyebrows and shrugged coolly. "Oh, just a little bit of both." He answered simply. People had called him a smart ass before, and in a sense he kind of was. Although it really was just his power, but that was something all IRTS people must have a problem with most likely. He smirked down at her and crossed his arms as well. "So what's the firebender lady's name? I'm good, but not that good."

Fetch crossed her arms and gave him a teased smiled, "awh and here I thought you were good, disappointed big guy" she teased, "I'm Abigail, but you can call me Fetch" she introduced. "What about you big guy, got a name?" She asked, looking up at the guy.

"Oh no, I am good." He nodded against her accusation, with a small charming yet cocky smile. "Alright, Fetch. Wonder how you got that nickname," he commented. "My name's Kristoff." He said as he tilted his head.

My big sis gave me the nickname back when I was a child and then I, just stuck with me" she explained. "Guess it was because I liked throwing my fire-jabs after the stuff she threw up in the air" she continued looking up at Kristoff. "Gotcha, hey wanna go and get something to drink? You look like you could need one" she asked as she could see he wasn't exactly comfortable with the weather and since she couldn't feel it because of her fixed temperature, then why not go inside?

Kristoff raised his shoulders to her story. "Makes sense," he shrugged at the interesting story. When she offered getting something to drink, he couldn't help but feel a wave of relief hit him. "Yes!" He replied, maybe a little too eager. "That. That is a great idea," he cleared his throat and lowered his voice a little to sound not as excited, with a smirk. He was just about to ready to leave the pond anyway, the heat was unbearable. "I'm not sure where everything around here is yet, so you'll need to lead the way." He said as he bowed a little bit.

"Haha, thirsty big guy? she laughed while walking towards the Recreation Center that wasn't far from where they were. As they walked to the recreation center to find a place to get a drink, Fetch looked at Kristoff, "say, you never told me your powers, what can you do, that makes you special?" She asked with a curious glimpse in her eyes. Though after a 10-15 minutes, were they standing in front of the doors to the big center and as they went through the doors a brief blow of cool wind hit both their faces. The center was a bit crowded but nothing too serious and it didn't take Fetch long for finding a bar. As they ventured inside the bar, she ordered a beer as she sat down at the bar counter.

Kristoff rolled his eyes playfully at her comment. He was seeing some buildings he hadn't seen before as they walked. "I thought I showed you." He said. "I've got Photographic Perception. I can figure things out just from looking at them, basically. Probably not as fun as firebending." He shrugged with a small laugh. As they entered the bar, he couldn't help but feel his gut turn over. For him, alcohol had never once done one good thing for him, but he always ran to it when he needed a break or things got tough. Genetic it seemed. He ordered a beer as well, and when both of theirs arrived he raised his glass up almost like if he was giving a toast. "Gotta hate this toxic crap, cheers." He said dryly with a sarcastic grin to her before taking a swig, his eyes still on hers.

"Wait was that your power?" She asked surprised while walking to the center, she just thought he had been lucky or was just really good at math or something. Fetch looked at Kristoff with a raised brow, "haha cheers!" she laughed and sipped her own beer and placed it down on the counter when only half of the fluid was left in the glass. "So if you're able to do that thingy with your brain, then what are the chances for that waiter to trip on something while serving people?" She asked in a challenging way and pointed at the waiter walking over to a new set of costumes as she turned around on her seat and looked at Kristoff to hear his brilliance calculations.

"Yeah, not everyone's Superman in here," he joked with a half-smirk. He put his beer down and glanced over to the waiter. Narroiwng his eyes, Kristoff glanced over to the waiter at then nodded with a small laugh, leaning back confidently in his seat. "Not that high, he seems pretty experienced but he's neurotic. Or a murderer. Look how he keeps looking side from side," he laughed as he leaned in closer to Fetch to show her. Glancing to her, he raised his eyebrow. "Either way if you do something small, he'll totally freak out and trip. Not sure how much that means to you though."

Fetch looked at him with a raised brow and a smirk, geez that was almost too obvious. Never the less, she held her hand down her by her bar chair and slowly tiny sparks danced around and in her palm, creating a very small firecracker. "Ups" she said, dropping the firecracker, making it roll slowly but surely towards the waiter. Fetch leaned back, smiling rather devious as then firecracker size ball of fire, without setting anything on fire, exploded enough to make a small bang, making the waiter yell in shock and landed on his butt. Fetch had a hard time holding her laugh back, because she didn't want the waiter, to know she might had something to do with the small explosion, but it was so damn hard, because it was so funny.